Last Year Was the Winter of My Discontent
This year is swinging towards content. When I’m unhappy, I’m too hard on
everyone, including myself. Nothing has to be declared, answered, found,
decided. Process is everything. Relating to people is key.
It would help if I were sleeping better. Last night I got about 4 hours of
sleep. The night before, three. I feel all churned up and I’m blowing
everything out of proportion. I’m so glad it’s a long weekend. Even though I
won’t get paid, I could use the time for writing and unloading.
I swear I’m not as crazy as I sound. I’m actually quite rational. I’m just
sorting myself out.
Happy Valentine’s Day. I didn’t do cards this year because I couldn’t find
the materials I needed. It was going to be a picture of a teddy bear
walking while holding an anatomically correct human heart in his arms. Oh
well. Maybe next year.
Now listening to:
Now reading:
//RECENT
Vincent Moon and Arcade Fire Walk Into An Elevator….“[T]he crowd seemed really emotionally engaged with the music.”
Water Water Everywhere…. “Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.”
- The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
An extended version of Bon Iver’s La Blogotheque Take Away Show of “For Emma, Forever Ago” with three versions of the song and some very startled tourists. I think this is one of my favorite things in the whole world. Not just that the song is so beautiful, and is so beautifully sung, but that [...]
So, This Stephen Malkmus-looking Guy Who Went to High School with My Boss Wrote a Children’s BookA man once said, “Childrens do learn.” and I believe childrens should learn to dream big dreams. Even better is to dream arty dreams like a hipster might draw. This hipster author’s name is Dallas Clayton. Although I do not know for sure that Dallas Clayton is a hipster, he looks like this: And, I [...]
Matilde UrrutiaIt isn’t simply that you are loved gloriously, or loved beautifully. But rather that a pitch perfect expression of love for you sounds and sounds, Rises into the very air. Though the love itself may fade, I do not know, The poetry you inspire ascends, ascending Becomes stars and you, who are so loved, Look [...]
//FROM THE ARCHIVES
Don’t Let the Bedbugs Bite“If you know anything about bedbugs, you know they are ridiculously difficult to get rid of once you have an infestation.”
Home Is Where the Emo IsEveryone sitting here saw this flyer and thought to themselves: “I am a hipster and I want to buy a house.” Needless to say, the sign made me do a double take and cheered me up immensely.
Fragments of Once-Whole DreamsThere were subversive aristocrats selling high-end items to fund a revolution.
Today is My Birthday. Drink Up.Modest Mouse Secret Show Tonight at 1 AM in Williamsburg
“Now they suck and don’t play enough older songs….”
